I guess I really don’t have much to do in this life.
Nothing spectacular…nothing really “awe-inspiring” compared to the fortunate…the blessed…the fiscally sound?
Anyways…before I get off on that tangent…
I’m sitting here, doing my “thang”…watching the clock tick by just like so many boiled eggs in hot water (good comparison if you think about it)
I’m sitting here…looking at my cell phone dash dock.
I’ve had it for almost 2 years now…2 years!! I know…unprecedented, I’ll have to look and see if it’s made in America…
Nope, it’s not.
Well, I’m looking at this dock and knowing that it has to go. It has started to get sticky and requires me, every time now, to replace the back of my phone every time I pick it up.
All those hundreds of charges have caused the tacky surface of my dock to become a gelatinous, amoebic looking…thing.
Removing my phone from the dock requires patience, skill and timing. I have to peel it slowly to the right…you know what I’m talking about…peel it like, what you’ll find underneath, will cause babies to cry, dogs to bark and villagers with torches to attack.
Plus the back comes off and the battery FALLS OUT!
I hate reboots…
Okay…so while at Wally World (that’s an anagram) when I get a text on my phone. .. I have this flash of insight!
No…I no longer speak on a phone. I am a text whore (pardon my French…or Gaelic?)
I get this text…I pull my phone out of my pocket…the sticky paramecium residue on the back of my phone is bringing with it…cash, keys, receipts, lining of pocket….you see what I mean?
The flash hits me! I need a new dock!
Amazing how on top of the game I can be at times. Breath taking…
I find the new dock in the usual place at WW. Not cell phone accessories of course…but by the cameras…hmmm.
I am startled and glad to see, that this model has dropped in price from 2 years ago.
Must be an antique by now, technologically speaking.
I grab it up; chunk it into the cart…
Wobble, wobble…ching, ching…swipe, swipe…pin number…pin number… pin numb…? Oh, now I remember it…a number I’ll never forget…right?
So…after calling the card people and assuring them that I am not stealing my card, or have been mugged, I have completed my mission….CRAP!! Forgot the bread…
I’m sitting here fixing (southern term) fixing to swap docks.
I actually think this thought…guess what it is…?
“This has been a good dock…I’ve had it for 2 years. It’s never ….I mean NEVER… fell from its perch. It has been loyal, hard-working (stretching it now) and its worked fine”.
Here it comes…
“I’m gonna stick it in my junk drawer.”
It’s old; it’s used to death, and needs to be replaced.
I’m going to put it out to pasture. Ahhh, retirement amongst rat turds and dead batteries.
Kinda like Senior citizens
I went from thinking about changing my dock and its relationships and comparisons…too, how we treat the elderly people in this awake place.
In this awake place, we use them up…on the majority; we cast them aside when they no longer work properly.
They are cheaper now than they were when shiny and new.
When they can no longer “keep up” we get annoyed. We are “put upon”.
Anyone who reads this knows I am telling the truth. That’s why I’m writing this…to make myself more conscious of it first….then maybe others.
To look at ourselves and those who precede us to this awake place and see….truly see….that we could not be here without them.
Yeah, I know…I’ve heard it…blah, blah…they ruined our country, they put us in the position we’re in now….they smell like garlic…
Meaning… that we forget….I forget… we take for granted…I take for granted… these elder kin, who were here FIRST. Who we will replace…sooner than we want (in some cases).
I’m sorry that I’m rambling today…not a total loss though
I have achieved what every red- blooded American deserves…
I took an innocuous thought, turned it over and over like a Rubik’s cube, and became aware of my short comings as a person.
Now I know…have become more…?
IDK, but I will truly… try harder to revere my elder kin and passersby…I have been frightfully found wanting in this regard. I am sorry for this.
Wonder what’s their story….what tales do they have to tell?
THEY ARE HISTORY!!
Who will replace them?
Will we want another…just like them?
Think about it….
One day…it’ll be us maybe…huh?
Should it be scary…? Like it feels?